My Husband Is Gay Novels & Stories

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

So, I softly called her name, held her down, and made love to her in a fantastical yet realistic manner. We humans were naturally contradictory as our likes and dislikes coexisted within us. I simply have an atypical possessiveness. Still, that didn't mean I wanted to accept living an arranged life, including acknowledging her who had been arranged to be my wife. Even though we eventually got married, I still rejected the idea of having her as my wife.

“Thank you for saying that.” “Of course,” he said. “We’re a family.” I nodded as I continued to watch Scarlett, making my father laugh with something cute she said. “Yeah…we’re a family.” Next in the series… My husband of two years tells me he wants an open marriage. I'm stunned. I'm hurt. And I'm livid. I don't want to be married to a man who wants to open our bed to other people. But then I get a flat tire in the pouring rain and a sexy-as-hell gentleman helps me out.

She glanced over her shoulder like the walls had ears, then stepped closer. “I think I know why your husband can’t… touch you. Why he’s impotent with women.” I arched my brow, already bored. “Enlighten me.” She leaned in, voice a conspiratorial whisper. “He’s gay, my lady.” I stared at her for a heartbeat, then I almost laughed. That pretty, soft spoken, impotent little husband of mine. Gay. Of course. It explained everything, the gentle eyes that never lingered too long on my body, the complete lack of hunger when I stood naked before him, the faint trace of color on his lips this morning that I’d mistaken for blood.

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

I intoned. “ Yeah, I've been married to my husband for sixteen years”, the smile was stretching all the more as we finally got to his office, “ here is a photo of us”, he reached for his desk and got a desk frame showing a picture of him and a kind of older looking man. The older looking man was hugging him from the back and they were both looking at the camera, smiling. Really smiling. “ Awwwn, you both are so cute”, I said, putting my hand over my mouth in that signature gay way. I couldn't care less. I was with a comrade. “ And you've been together for sixteen years?” I asked.

"How could you possibly have an heir for him?" He knew? Did the whole family know too? Am I the joke? I said nothing. "My husband is not gay," I finally said. "Ciara, why are you still in denial? He is gay," he repeated. "He’s not gay. We’ve been married for four years," I forced myself to say. "He could be bisexual," I added. "Why are you defending him? Why won’t you just sit in the truth that you—"

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but your husband is gay. Did you see how he was holding that Viking? My knees were shaking just watching them. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be sandwiched between two men like that." Elizabeth pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "My husband is not gay. He's just very well-groomed and loves getting dressed up more than most women. That doesn't make him gay. Your gaydar is broken," she complained. She knew perfectly well what a womanizer that bastard was.

The night we get married, Hugo Lambert caresses the burn on my shoulder and says, "They said you risked your life to go into the fire and save Hayden back then. I didn't believe them, but now it seems like they were telling the truth." He smiles bitterly. "So, in your eyes, I'm nothing more than a stand-in for him." Before I can explain, he silences me with a kiss. After a night of passion, I just assume he's jealous and teasing me. But after that night, Hugo starts seeing other women and never comes home again. Even when my father, Bernard Colgan, is on his deathbed, Hugo is still spending the night with his mistress, Janelle Langdon. I call him for the first time in three years. "Hug